Swanee River

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 Way down upon the Swanee River, 
  C 
 Far, far away. 
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 That's where my heart is turning ever. 
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 That's where the old folks stay. 

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 All up and down the whole creation, 
 C 
 Sadly I roam, 
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 Still longing for the old plantation, 

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 And for the old folks at home. 

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 All the world is sad and dreary, 
 F            C 
 Everywhere I roam, 
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 Oh! Lordy, how my heart grows weary, 
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 Far from the old folks at home. 
  
 All 'round the little farm I wandered 
 When I was young, 
 Then many happy days I squandered, 
 Many a song I sung. 
 When I was playing with my brother 
 Happy was I. 
 Oh! take me to my kind old mother, 
 There let me live and die. 
  
 All the world is sad and dreary, 
 Everywhere I roam, 
 Oh! Lordy, how my heart grows weary, 
 Far from the old folks at home. 
  
 One little hut among the bushes, 
 One that I love, 
 Still sadly to my mem'ry rushes, 
 No matter where I rove. 
 When will I see the bees a-humming' 
 All around the comb? 
 When will I hear the banjo strummin' 
 Down in my good old home? 
  
 All the world is sad and dreary, 
 Everywhere I roam, 
 Oh, Lordy, how my heart grows weary, 
 Far from the old folks at home.